I let out a moan as he massaged my cheeks. He spit on my ass and began working a finger into my hole. I knew what he wanted but was not sure. I had on...y been fucked once before and I was super drunk. He worked a second finger into my ass and I let out another moan. I was getting so horny I could not control myself.He told me to turn around and bend over the sink. I pushed my boxers down and off. I grabbed the sink and spread my legs. He slowly worked his cock into my ass. He was careful and. “I’m glad you’re the one that wants me, Josh.” She wiggled. “If you’d put that pistol on the nightstand...”Yeah. I’m carrying. Usually do. Pistol wasn’t the only thing hard in my pants, though. So okay ... time for a little cuddling, then we both groaned our achy muscles out of the bed. I slid the pistol back under my shirt and we complained our way out into the parking lot for the short drive to the steakhouse.Was a good steak. Tender. Cooked just past the point where it still had reflexes. A. I had taken a sniper round to the front of my body armor and cracked 4 ribs; two of them had punctured my lung. My left arm and shoulder had been cut up by some asshole with a large knife that refused to die no matter how many times I’d shot him. “Is that all?” She asked me. “I bleed more than that when I have a papercut.” She put up a strong façade, but her hands were shaking a bit too much to fool me.After I was back on limited duty and could take care of myself, Simone shredded her. Both said that he was different, that he had a lot on his mind, and had trouble focusing. Dee, who has known him the longest, said that he seemed 'haunted' by something. Faun said that he seemed distracted while fucking her with unusual force. The evening started like our past Freaky Friday evenings had started, with a good meal, a lot of nervousness, and in my case, preparation in the bathroom for possible anal penetration. He phrased my attire for the evening as a request, but I took it as a.